If I ever meet Paul Verhoven, he gets a full set of lumps. Perhaps, just perhaps, the writers might want to consider reading the damn book before they remake "Doogie Hauser, Space Nazi." (Hint, guys: Juan Rico is a Filippino, not an Aryan superman.)

Plunderbund? Really? "Union of Plunder?" At least they've got truth in nomenclature. I wonder if they are about to close on that special deal from Misses Edris Umbupoba, wife of former Minister of the Interriers of Nigeria, who has a wonderful way to keep $30 million (THIRTY MILLION USD) from falling into the hands of the corrupt government if they will just send her their bank routing information....

Quick clarification: In the first sentence of the fourth paragraph, you note that the project would pump 150,000 barrels a day, but later in the paragraph you have a hyperlinked statement saying it will pump a million barrels per day. Which is it? I'm not disputing your figures, but they need to be consistent, don't they?

And so we honored his passing. Even if we had never met him in life, we wept the tears as if we were laying our own blood and our own bone to rest. We stood in solemn review as he passed by. We felt the grief in a young life ended, but that grief was tempered with the fierce pride in a young life not wasted.

To those who think America has lost its way, you should have been there; you would have seen the soul of a people reaching out to hold those who grieve.

To those who think America has lost its heart, you should have been there; you would have seen the beating heart of the nation pulsing deep and true.

It was hot Sunday. It was muggy in the way that only the American Southeast can produce. The service itself ran long at the funeral home. These people who lined the streets and the highway stood in that heat for a couple of hours, all for the brief moment in which they could pay their respect to the family as the funeral procession passed by.

And there were thousands of them. Williamsburg is a town of perhaps 1,500 people. Jellico is about the same size. Yet there were literally thousands of people turned out to honor this young man.

And they were sincere. David K. Cooper was not a Medal of Honor winner, nor a distinguished general with decades in uniform, nor a veteran who had returned to his home town and spent years in public service. He wasn’t a celebrity. He was just one of us.

Just. One. Of. Us.

Here's a taste of my story:

Sergeant David K. Cooper was mortally wounded by small arms fire while on dismounted patrol in Qadasiyah, Iraq. He died of these wounds in Baghdad on 27 August, 2008.

On Sunday, 7 September, Sergeant Cooper was laid to rest in Jellico, Tennessee, following funeral services in nearby Williamsburg, Kentucky. The Patriot Guard attended the services and provided escort from the funeral home to the cemetery at the family’s request.

I, too, would like to submit a story. Please fix the mail link.

I just sent the following e-mail to Nonesuch:

Good Afternoon.

I am interested in buying a copy of Steve Reich’s newest album, “WTC 9/11,” but only if I can get a copy with the originally intended cover art. I think the actual depiction of the WTC on 9/11 beats the fool out of an amorphous cloud bank. I am utterly astounded by the folks who objected to the original cover, and disappointed that Nonesuch would bow to their demands for self-censorship. How may I get an original, so I may honor the artist’s original inspiration?

Thanks,

I think we should repeal those tax loopholes for oil comapnies That way they can pass the added expense on to me. Then I'll be paying my fair share....

If I could opt out of both Medicare/Medicaid and Social Security, I would gladly let them have every penny I've paid in so far.

And he just repeated the lie about Warren Buffet's Sct'y paying more taxes than he does.